Milk Maid To Order

Single mother Caroline is trying to get her new cleaning business off to a good start so when she receives a call from wealthy Mr. Grogan, she's tickled to land such a prestigious -- and well-paying -- account. But she soon learns that Mr. Grogan has particular tastes, as in, he can't wait taste her milk and he's willing to pay for the privilege!***Enjoy a teaser taste!

"We'll see," he said cryptically and I tried not to squirm.

"Would you be willing to sign a non-disclosure clause?" he asked, watching meintently.

"Yes," I agreed immediately. "I understand the need for privacy."

He chuckled and flicked at a small piece of fuzz on his desk. "Yes...it's of theutmost importance. I'm an influential man and certain people would pay well toknow my secrets." He raised his stare to meet mine. "I have to know that I cantrust you...implicitly."

I suppressed a shiver. There was something about him that made the spit dry in mymouth and my bones weaken. "If you're doing something illegal..."

Just then, I felt the tips of my nipples tingle and I groaned in despair. Not now!My milk was letting down! I swallowed a gasp as the moisture breached thenursing pad tucked inside my bra. Within seconds my top would be sopping wetwith milk. My hands flew to my breasts and covered them with a chagrined groanof apology. My embarrassment was such that I couldn't bring myself to look athim. What a way to make an impression! "Mr. Grogan, I'm sooo sorry," I started, glancing up to find his gaze zeroed on the gathering wet spot right where my nipple was nestled. The breath hitched in my throat and I swallowed convulsively. What I saw I couldn't fully comprehend. "M-Mr. Grogan?"

"You see, here's the thing," he started, breaking his stare from my breasts withgreat difficulty. "I want more than a maid. I want more than a beautiful woman.I want someone with your bountiful gifts and talents, Caroline...and I'm willingto pay handsomely for the privilege of your discretion and your cooperation."

I stared, my eyes widening in shock as he rose from his chair. He moved like ajungle cat, all raw masculine power sheathed within an expensive Armani suit.Within seconds, he was upon me, pushing me against the chair as he leaned in toinhale sharply the scent of my skin. "You smell like sweetness on a summerday," he murmured, shocking me and causing a warm sensation to pool between mylegs. My hands gripped the armrests and I had begun to shake, with what Iwasn't sure but I was overwhelmed by the sheer sensation of being stalked bythis powerful man. "I can smell the faint odor of milk dripping down the sidesof your breasts, soaking your bra and sliding to your belly."

I gasped. He was right. The milk was coming faster, completely soaking everythingI wore. The agony of my embarrassment had turned to arousal and I was shockedby my own reaction. "Unbutton your blouse," he instructed softly, but there wasa hint of steel in that low tone that sent shivers dancing down my spine.

***This 3,500 short story is intended for mature readers only. It contains subject matter, some may find offensive. If you're not at least 18, please find something else to read.